I sat up. My head pounding furiously as I looked around. The faint light coming from the window causing my eyes to sting as I squint. Myself desperately trying to function at this state.
I lazily hang my feet off the bed and struggle to stand. Holding tightly onto the bed frame. Noticing that Jin isn't currently present in the shared space.
Stumbling to the door. I wrap my large hand around the knob and weakly turn it. Allowing the seeminlgy heavy object to creak open.
Holding onto the wall as I make my way down the hall. Dragging my feet at each step.
Finally I turn the corner to enter the large kitchen. Finding almost every one of my friends sitting there. Some eating while others drink coffee. Some simply just sitting and having a conversation.
I bump into the counter letting out a few curses. This bringing the attention of the others. The room now silent.
I stand there running my fingers through my hair and staring at the floor. Feeling like complete shit.
Jin walks over and guides me towards a chair next to the table. He lays a cup of water and aspirin in front of me. Of which i take immediately.
Thanking the older and laying my head on the cool wood surface.
I hear the noises of shuffling around me. Breaking the silence. Footsteps and the occasional whisper before everything is soon gone. The sounds falling out and dissolving into the thin winter-like air.
I slowly raise my head to see only Jin standing there. Across the room he sits there. Leaning against the counter sipping his coffee from a dark blue mug.
That of which printed with the words. Never Fall.
I fixate my gaze onto the tall boy who in return lifts his head up. Meeting my hazy eyes. "You okay?" He simply says.
I gently shake my head. Fighting the urge to throw up. He sighs and sets down his cup. Walking over to sit in the chair next to me.
"You want to tell me what happened yesterday?" he says beginning to rub my back. Slouching slightly to reach eye level with me.
"Would love to but... I can't really remember any of it." I frown. Realizing that the last 12 hours have been a complete blur.
Jin nods then stands up. Walking over to the counter where he was once stood and begins to drink his coffee once more.
Except this time he pulls out his phone and begins doing, god knows what on it.
I sit there for a moment. Sipping on the water before it all turns to shit.
I grab my stomach and stand up. Knocking over the chair and sprinting to the bathroom.
Falling to my knees as I reach the toilet. Wrapping my fingertips around the rim.
All before throwing up every ounce of dignity left in me. After sitting there for a second. Trying to calm the overturning force in my stomach. Just waiting for all the spinning to stop.
Eventually the sick feeling is somewhat gone and I turn. Leaning against the wall as I sit.
I close my eyes and breathe heavily for a moment. Just trying to find a way to stop the hangover from getting worse.
Suddenly a scream rings out. A vaguely familiar one at that.
My eyes shoot open.
Glancing around the room anxiously. Blinking rapidly.
I turn from the door. Looking everywhere for something to grab. Just in case of a threat. Turning back to face the exit I myself scream. Dropping the object once held.
There before me stood him. The boy from the mysterious building. The one who I had been thinking about every minute of these last few days.
The one nobody knew about. The same boy that had caused me to get this way in the first place.
There he stood. Frowning diligently. Not even moving. Only watching at the verge of tears.
I stare intently at his weak and small stature. Noticing the definite wish to be happy that lingeres on the surface of his drained eyes.
I sit like this for a moment. Before suddenly someone bursts through the door.
"Yoongi-hyung!" They yell. Causing the boy to run out. I stand up and run after him. Only to be caught by the strong arm of one of the younger.
"No please! You have to let me see him! You have to believe me." I scream out. Trying to free myself from his grasp. Kicking the air violently.
"Hyung!" Jungkook yells. Begging for assistance. A thunder of footsteps cascading down the hallway. The house a chaotic mess. Then silence as I fall limp in a new boys arms.
Myself looking up to see a scared boy. His eyebrows furrowed in distress. Just as all of the others.
"I'm sorry." I say enveloping myself in a sob. Somebody mumbles a few words which ques the others to leave. Cracking the door behind them.
I eventually come to a halt. Only letting out a few sniffs.
"I'm sorry." I whisper out.
Closing my eyes and sitting as my headache returns to its previous state. The arms hugging my body now pull me closer.
The warm chest and soft aroma of the boy holding me causes myself to relax slightly.
"Don't be. It's not your fault." I look up at the source of the voice.
"But it is Namjoon. I couldn't save him." he glances at me in confusion. Wondering what is running through my mind. And who exactly "he" is.
Namjoon readjusts me in his arms and carries me slowly out of the room. Making his way down the hall and into my bedroom. Laying me gently onto the bed.
Carefully he covers me with the blankets and sits down at the foot of the bed. "Who is this 'him' you seem distraught over?" He asks quietly. Staring out the small window before looking back to me.
His eyebrows raise in question. Wishing to help but not knowing how.
"I went over to the building. That old hospital or whatever. You know to sit on the hill. Write. Suddenly there was some sort of.. window. And looking through at me was this boy.
He had faded black hair that fell onto his skinny face and dull eyes. His body weak. But his smile was.... beautiful. But when he raised his hand to wave he was pulled back by a man. He was crying and screaming. I tried to save him but, by the time I had finally made it. He was gone.
Yesterday I went back. But the window was missing and I felt like maybe it really was all an episode. But I saw him in the bathroom and...I'm just tired of seeing things and always wondering whether or not they were ever even there." I finish. Wishing to cry but bringing nothing to the surface. Emotionally drained from the past couple of days.
I glance over at the younger who is sat with clouded eyes. Tears brimming at the surface. Realizing that my life was really all just a struggle. That living this way was more painful than anything else.
He just sits there. Staring silently at the floor as a tear rolls down his cheek.
"You know you don't have to handle this alone. You have us. We will always be here for you. And whether or not anyone else believes you we always will. And that's all that really matters."
"But is it"
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A/n This chapter got kinda deep and depressing
I've been kind of inactive due to moving and such but now I'm back.
Q: What is your favorite bts intro?
A: Mine is probably Serendipity because it is just so soft and beautiful and it pleases my Yoonmin heart (sorry not sorry)
